She seems sort of lost.' I thought, Lost how? How am I lost? Suddenly I felt lost.

I live by Edith Whartons rule to get rid of anything neither useful nor beautiful. So I put the TV out on the street.

Nice,' I say, realizing only afterward that I've mimicked her, a bad habit of mine; I'm like one of those animals that imitates its predators to survive.

Finally, I asked how you got a boy to like you back. She said, 'Just be yourself,' as though I had any idea who that might be.

It scares me how fast I go from disliking to loving him, and I wonder if it’s this way for everyone.

Time. There seems to be vast quantities of the stuff spooling around me in all directions, everywhere i look. Days and hours. Weeks and minutes. Years. The hard part, ive discovered, is filling it.

It's perfectly natural to doubt your judgment about doubting your judgment.